Let's get down to business. Everyone ready to rescue Lauren? :)
Micky: You better believe it!
Peter: We'll find her, Micky, don't worry!
Davy: Let's go! I wanna get my 'ands on those bloody gangsters! :p
Valerie: I'm ready!
(The four finally make it out to the hallway.)
Valerie: Davy, come on! We're waiting!
(Davy emerges, not looking overly thrilled, in the pink organza-and-maribou-trimmed gown, pink and silver heels, and a platinum-blonde wig with heavy make-up.)
Davy: I feel like a bloody fool. :p
Micky: *grins* Awe, c'mon, Dave, you look beautiful! *winks*
Valerie: He's right, you do look kind of cute like that. ;)
Davy: Bloody marabou's gettin' in me mouth. :p
Micky: So keep your mouth shut. ;-)
Peter: (Points) Hey, look! (Davy's double comes around the corner. He looks in a mirror, straightening his tie and slicking his hair back under his purple fedora. He approaches the group with a smile when he sees Davy...but the smile becomes wary when he notices the others.)
Tom: 'Ullo, Delilah darlin'. Glad to see you out and about. I suppose you turned the brat (Davy's eyes get wide) over to the boys? (He gets close to Davy and starts stroking his "chest," which is actually mountains of socks and stockings) I want you and I to have some quality time before dinnah.
Peter: (Moves Tom's hand) Hey, Tom, she might not want you to do that!
Tom: (Glares) Why? Usually she's got 'er hands all ovah me by now! (Nods) You talked to the brat, Boss?
Micky: *nods, grins* Sure did.
Tom: Did you leave anything for Rob? 'E's dyin' to 'it on somethin'. ;)
(Davy glares at Tom, but when Tom turns to him, he smiles sweetly.)
Micky: Sorry, Tommy-boy. I was feeling a little over-zealous. *smirks*
Tom: (Makes a face) That's too bad. Rob's been beatin' up the furniture again. 'E ain't got no respect for 'istory! Some of these are antiques! (Frowns) What are you boys doin' down 'ere, anyway? I thought you were upstairs with the girl? Boss, you were moonin' over 'er like some schoolboy! (Points at Valerie) And who's she?
Micky: *pauses* Just making sure everything's taken care of before dinner.
Valerie: (Takes Peter's arm) I'm with him.
Tom: (Grins wickedly) 'Al, you old devil! I didn't think you knew what girls were!
Peter: (Grins at Valerie) Oh, I know she's a girl, all right! ;) :D
Tom: (Turns to Davy with a smile and leans against him, pinning him to the wall) Speakin' of girls...(pulls a familiar velvet box out of his pocket)...I've got somethin' for you, luv.
Davy: (Squeaks and tries to sound feminine and American) Oh, you shouldn't have...
Micky: *eyes widen in recognition* Yes, he should!
Tom: Oh, but I insist! (Takes out the ring with the heart and diamond chip and puts it on Davy's finger) I got this today just for you, Delilah my love! (Winks) Call it a token of my affection. ;)
Davy: (Tries to smile) How kind. I'll treasure it always. (Looks over Tom's shoulder and rolls his eyes at Micky, Valerie, and Peter)
Tom: (Starts running his fingers along Davy's side) Say, luv, aftah dinner, 'ow 'bout you and me go out to the beach and share a bit of (grins wickedly) private time?
Davy: (Shakes his head) Oh, no, I'm much too busy after dinner. I've got to pluck my eyebrows and take off my make-up and sharpen my knife collection and polish my guns...
Tom: Thought you already sharpened your knife collection this mornin'.
Davy: Need to do it again!
Tom: (Leans over Davy's rear; he makes a strange face) Well, I've got to go check up on a few more packages some of the boys found wanderin' around upstairs before dinnah. You comin', 'Al?
Peter: (Shakes his head) Um, no, I think I'd rather stay here with my doll. I'll come along later.
Tom: Suit yourself. (Saunters off. Davy almost collapses against the wall)
Davy: Oh, man! Now I know 'ow every girl I evah chased must 'ave felt! That was almost as bad as the time that love-crazed disc jockey went aftah me!
Micky: "Packages wandering around upstairs?" Uh oh.
Peter: (Sobs) Oh, no! They got Em and Mike!
Valerie: Mike's probably still woozy from the beer. He drank more of his tankard than you did, Micky! :(
Davy: We've got to get upstairs, then. I'll bet they have Lauren up there, and it sounds like they may have Em and Mike, too.
Micky: *nods* Let's get going before anyone else gets caught.
Valerie: Or we run into your double or Peter's.
(The group carefully make their way back to the main room and upstairs. It looks pretty much like downstairs, faded pink walls with the occasional dusty small art-deco-style lamp or covered piece of furniture.)
Davy: Well, which one should we try first?
Micky: Nearest one.
Peter: Here's one! (He opens the door a crack) It's Mike's double! And...Mike!
(The group sticks their heads in. Mike is tied to a chair and looking very woozy. His double leans against the wall, sipping a glass of dark liquid. A bar covered with old-fashioned bottles of booze and the chair Mike is tied to are the only pieces of furniture in the room that haven't been smashed into a billion pieces. Two thugs hold Mike's head. One moves a whiskey glass.)
Mike: (Thickly) Why don't...ya jusht...kill me?
Rob: Nothin' would give me more pleasure, but the Boss says he don't want no killin' until he escapes with his pregnant chick over the border.
Mike: When's that?
*Micky's eyes widen.*
Rob: Now, why would I tell you that? Don't want you squealin' to the cops. Hal found a couple outside. Had to kill them. I'm itchin' to punch somethin' human, but the Boss don't want nothin' to upset his little mother. (Grumbles) He should have never fallen for that little bitch.
*Micky chews his lower lip in anger.*
Mike: What did ya do with Em?
Rob: She'll join her gal friend shortly. The Boss wants her to keep her friend happy. He don't want nothin' upsettin' his girl.
Mike: She's not hish girl, you know. She's someone elshe's.
Rob: Not once I get my hands on that some else. The Boss gave me the clear to kill his double the moment I find him.
*Micky gulps.*
Peter: (Whimpers) Micky, you've got to get those guys out of there, so we can rescue Mike! He doesn't sound so good!
Valerie: (Nods) They must have forced more liquor into him
Micky: *nods* No kiddin'. *gulps again* Oh, man...
Davy: (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder) I'm here for ya, man.
Peter: (Puts his hand on Micky's other shoulder) Me, too.
Micky: *straightens and tries not to fear for his life* Thanks, guys. I'm prob'ly gonna need it. *swallows, then goes inside the room, followed by the others*
(Two men stand on either side of Mike, who is tied tightly to one of the ornate pink upholstered chairs. His breath smells heavily of various liquors. Rob stands in the back of the room, his elbow leaning casually on one of the faded pink walls.)
Rob: Oh, good, Boss, you're here. Want me to kill him? I'm gettin' a little tired of wastin' good liquor on him.
(Mike glares at his double.)
Micky: *crosses his arms carefully over his chest* No, not yet.
Rob: He ain't talkin' about where the rest of our loot is. I hope Delilah had more luck with the British shrimp.
(Davy makes a face. Valerie elbows him.)
Rob: (Grins) I can see she didn't have much luck. Losin' your touch, girlie? (Turns to Micky) You know what I'll do if I don't hit somethin' soon, Boss.
(Davy glares at Rob.)
Micky: *sighs* I know, I know.
Peter: Hey, why don't you let me have fun with him, Rob? You know, play with him a little.
Micky: *grins* I like that idea. Hal does enjoy his work.
Rob: (Nods) Might as well let the dummy play his little games. (Nods at the group as Mike glares at him) Come on, fellas. The Boss will probably want to return to his doll, and Hal will want to enjoy himself. (Nods at Valerie) Although from the looks of things, I'd say he's already doin' that. (Leaves, followed by the men)
Mike: (Squints) Micky? Pete? Val?
Micky: *smiles* Bingo on all accounts.
Peter: Are you ok, Mike? (Gets on his knees and strokes Mike's hair.) What did they do to you?
Mike: (Shifts in the chair) Forshed all that booze in me, so I'd tell them where the rest of their shipment is. I ain't got the heart to tell them the copsh confishcated it.
Micky: That prob'ly would've pissed them off even more.
Davy: (Nods) I got similar treatment from Delilah, only her methods were less...(makes a face)...'ard on the stomach.
Mike: (Squints) Davy? I thought the hair looked too fake, even for Delilah.
Valerie: Do you know where they're keeping Emma and Lauren? (She and Peter start untying Mike)
Mike: Shomewhere in the hall. (Peter helps him to his feet; he stumbles)
Peter: Have you seen my double?
Mike: (Shakes his head) No. I think he'sh outshide.
Micky: How about mine? *raises his eyebrows*
Mike: With Lauren, from what I've heard...or he wash, a while back.
*Micky growls.*
Mike: He's tryin' hish hardesht to be charmin', from what I've gathered.
Micky: *small smirk* He'll have to try really hard to even come close to me. *narrows his eyes*
Valerie: If I know Lauren, she won't buy it from some hood.
Peter: Whether he looks like Micky or not! :D
(Mike leans heavily on Peter's shoulder.)
Peter: (Concerned) Are you up for walking around, Mike?
Mike: Yeah, I'm ok, jusht a little woozy...
Micky: *quirks an eyebrow* A little?
Mike: (Sees something familiar at that point and grabs Davy's hand) Davy, where did you get that?
Davy: Ow! (Grabs it back) Tommy gave it to me. Mistook me for Delilah. 'E's gonna be terrible put-out when 'e finds out 'e gave it to the wrong person.
Mike: Davy, it'sh mine. Tommy shtole it from me. Micky can vouch. He was there.
Micky: That's right. Tommy-boy gave it to the right person after all.
Davy: (Looks at Micky) Do I have to give it back? It's kinda pretty...
Peter: Davy! (Mike's eyes look ready to shoot flame)
Micky: *rolls his eyes* Yes!
Mike: Davy, that'sh my engagement ring for Em!
Davy: Oh, all right. (Takes the ring off and hands it to Mike)
Mike: Thanksh. Thish means a lot to me.
Valerie: Come on, guys! We've got to find the girls!
Micky: And fast!
(They make their way down the hall to what seems like the largest room. It, too, is open. Peter and Valerie stick their heads in as Micky stands back, since Micky's double is likely there.)
Micky: *bouncing lightly on his feet* Well?
Peter: (Looks up with a grin) Lauren's there alone! The Boss must have gone downstairs!
Valerie: She looks ok.
Micky: Then let's move it!
(The four make their way into yet another large, pink room. This one occupies the south side of the house, overlooking a gorgeous view of the ocean. It's filled with more pink-and-white furniture and, like Delilah's room, is in far better shape than the rest of the house.)
(Lauren's back is turned to them. She's looking out the sheer, moth-eaten pink ruffled curtains at the beach before her.)
Peter: (Nods at a long, loose pink gown in the 20s flapper style on the bed) Wow, that La Blanque lady sure knew how to live!
Mike: Lauren?
Lauren: *spins around* Mike? *blinks* Guys?
Mike: Oh, mannn... (puts his head in his hands; Peter supports him)
Valerie: (Grins) We're here, Lauren.
Davy: Don't ask 'ow, luv. (Looks down at his ensemble) And don't ask me 'ow I ended up like this.
Micky: *runs over next to her* Babe! *hugs her lightly*
Lauren: *chuckles through the hug* I won't ask!
Peter: (Hears footsteps) Yikes! Micky's double's coming!
Micky: Awe, crap!
Valerie: Get under the bed! They could fit a whole football team there! (Shoves the entire group under the bed.)
Micky: *grumbles* Someone's elbowing me.
Peter: I think it's me, Micky! Sorry!
Mike: (Yelps) Ow! Who put their foot on my foot?
Davy: Sorry, Mike, it were me bloody spike 'eels! (Mutters) Don't know 'ow me sistahs walk about in these damn things...
(Micky quiets Davy as they hear footsteps enter the room. Micky cautiously peeks out from under a tiny bit of dustruffle. His double saunters in, dressed in a good, 20's-style tuxedo, his curls as carefully brushed as they'll get.)
George: You ready for an elegant dinner with a wonderful man, sweetie?
Lauren: *looks around* Who?
George: Well, I ain't talkin' about that bed over there. Which reminds me, why haven't you put on that pretty dress I left for you? It's a genuine antique, you know. Once worn by Velma La Blanque herself!
Lauren: That's nice, but I don't wear dresses.
George: It'll be nice and loose on that growing tummy.
Lauren: *frowns* So? I'm not wearing it.
George: Oh, and do you remember how reluctant you were to tell me where the cops stashed the rest of our shipment?
Lauren: Why?
George: Maybe you'll loosen your tongue a bit when I tell you my news...and show you my little gift. (Nods) Bring 'er in, boys!
(Three thugs wheel in Emma, bound to the chair and gagged. She's screaming through the gag and struggling as hard as she can.)
Lauren: *eyes widen* Em!
George: I found your friend and Rob's double wandering around upstairs. Rob's probably gotten him under the table by now, but I knew you'd be upset if I harmed her, so I thought I'd wrap her up and give her to you. (Puts up his hand) In exchange for a bit of information, of course.
*Lauren glances at Emma.*
George: (Goes to Lauren and starts stroking her cheek) Now, darling, tell old George where the rest of our counterfeit money is, and he won't do anything to your little girlfriend or let Rob get his double any sicker.
(Emma glares and mumbles angrily under her gag.)
Lauren: *frowns, trying to pull away from him* No, I'm not telling you anything!
George: Do you know how cute you are when you struggle? (Takes her and kisses her tenderly)
(Emma lets loose with a muffled roar under the gag.)
*Lauren tries to push him away again. Micky's practically chewing on his fist under the bed.*
Hal: (Sticks his head in) Hey, Boss, the British kid and Rob's double are gone! They've both escaped! Your double and mine are still at large somewhere, and Delilah wants to eat!
George: How the hell did they get out? This place is getting to be a zoo! (Shakes his head) I must leave you now, my dear. We'll take your friend with us, put her in a safe place while you decide if you want to talk or not. (Rubs her shoulder, then her stomach) Don't worry. No harm will come to you, I promise. (He, Hal, and the thugs leave, pushing the screaming, struggling Emma out with them)
Lauren: *makes a face* Think I'm gonna be sick.
(The others emerge from the bed, covered with dust.)
Valerie: (Brushes off her arms) When was the last time someone vaccumed under there? :p
Micky: *sits next to Lauren again, now holding the hand he was using to keep himself quiet* I really hate that guy!
Mike: (Plops down on the bed) Oh, man. They're usin' Em to get you to talk. Probably would have done it to me if I'd stuck around, too.
Micky: *holds out his hand* Lookit this! I was chewin' on my hand because I couldn't get my hands on that jerk.
Peter: (Takes Micky's hand) That musta hurt, Mick! :(
Micky: Doesn't help that I'm kinda hungry, too. *makes a face*
Mike: Get in line, Mick. I have firsht dibs on him. (Starts to stand, but his knees give out and he ends up back on the bed.)
Lauren: *squints, finally noticing something* Mick, are you wearing makeup? *raises her eyebrows*
Peter: He and Mike got beat up yesterday!
Micky: Here we go again...
Davy: (Grins) I noticed that, too! ;)
Lauren: George said Hal and Tom were going after you and Mike, but...
Mike: They gave Mick a workin' over. Woulda given me one, too, if I hadn't gotten away.
Micky: You mean they weren't bragging that I almost became part of the pavement thanks to Hal? *feigns shock*
Peter: Yeah, my double beat the stuffing out of Micky! :(
Lauren: Must've been really bad! *turns back to Micky, squinting at him*
Mike: I led the copsh back to the alley, and they found him in a dumpshter.
Lauren: *eyes widen* Oh my Lord.
Valerie: He looked like one big bruise yesterday.
Micky: I still feel like one today. The ribs are prob'ly the worst of it.
Peter: His ribs were really bruised. The doctor had to use tape.
Mike: Lucky he didn't get anything broken. (Groans and holds his head) Oh, man, that booze...
Lauren: *frowns* Oh, man!
Micky: Easy, there, Mike.
Peter: (Puts his arms around Mike) Mike's double got him drunk so he'd talk...and he was already a little tipsy when he got here.
Davy: Already drunk? What you boys been doin'?
Micky: Damn tankards...
Valerie: Lauren, we've got to get you out of here and find Em, before the rest of those assholes find us.
Lauren: That's fine with me!
Davy: And find me clothes and get out of this bloomin' outfit! :p
Mike: (Grins) Think ya look adorable like that, Davy. It'sh a good look for you. ;)
Davy: (Puts up his fists) 'ow'd you like to see 'ow a girl can get nasty, Mr. Nesmith?
Peter: Oh, come on, guys! Let's get out of here before our doubles come back!
Mike: Right. The copsh are probably surroundin' the plashe.
(The group cautiously makes their way out to the hall.)
Valerie: (Points at an opening door) Back, guys! It's Rob and George!
Micky: *groans* Not under the bed again!
Mike: No, they're comin' outta another room. We'll jusht stay in Lauren'sh plashe. (They hide behind the door of Lauren's room as George and Rob come out of the room)
Rob: Tell me again why I can't just shoot the chick, boss? She's got a big mouth. (Growls) I think this whole thing has gone too far. Those assholes and their bitches know too much. We should have just shot them all when we had the chance.
George: Rob, you're trigger-happy. We've gotta keep that chick to keep mine from getting upset. She'll come around. Once we're across the border, you can do whatever. Does that make it better?
Rob: (Grumbles) I still think we shoulda offed those kids when we had the chance. Do you know how spooky it is to be lookin' in your own face all the time? It took me ages to force that jerk to drink the booze. (Smirks) Made sure it was the real heavy stuff, though. He won't be thinkin' clear enough to leave for a long time. ;)
George: Yes, I do know what it feels like to look into my own face. Twice over, in case you've forgotten. *pauses, quirks an eyebrow* Expensive stuff, too, I'm sure.
Rob: (Shrugs) That La Blanque dame didn't buy anything else. I'll give her credit. She may not have had a lastin' career, but she sure had taste.
George: *nods* Taste in everything but color.
Rob: Yeah, I'll shoot myself if I ever see anything pink ever again. (Sighs) Let's go get Hal, Boss, before he goes chasin' after some bird in the garden and wants to keep it. He's killed the last four or five exotic animals he's found out there, and I'm gettin' tired of cleanin' up after them.
George: Hal has to have his fun. *glares* Someone's gotta clean up after him. *smirks*
Rob: But why does it always have to be me? I ain't his damn mother.
George: Because I'm the Boss and Tom don't wanna do it.
Rob: We gotta get the money back, Boss, after that dame of yours finally spills.
(Peter's double joins them.)
George: Now what, Hal?
Hal: Hey, guys, Delilah's really mad! The British kid's gone! She doesn't have anyone to cuddle, and I don't want her cuddling me. She cuddles too hard!
George: *rolls his eyes* Give 'er a pillow!
Rob: Let's go downstairs and keep her from shootin' somethin' cause she's disappointed she lost her little toy. (They go down the hall, and the kids emerge from Lauren's room)
Mike: (Is leaning on Peter) Oh, man, they want the resht of their shipment. That'sh what thish is all about.
Davy: (Makes a face) Tell me 'bout 'er cuddlin' too 'ard! Tied me to a bloomin' bed and literally jumped on me!
Lauren: That is not a visual I need. Really. :-P
Valerie: You should have seen him when we found him.
Peter: (Grins) He wears the cutest boxer shorts!
Davy: And that's why they stay under clothes...
Micky: With good reason. *smirks*
Mike: (Shakes his head) Tell us about your boxshersh later, Dave. Right now, we gotta find Em and get to the copsh before thoshe jerksh blow south for the winter. (Grins) Hey, I think I made a little joke. :)
Micky: *holds up his fingers* 'Bout that big. *grins*
Peter: (As Mike shifts on his arm) Oh, man, we've gotta find him a place where he can unload whatever they dumped in him. He's getting heavy.
Valerie: (Nods) Here's a bathroom...(gasps)...oh, my!
(The bathroom is as big as everything else in the house, with genuine brass fixtures, marble sinks and toilet, big brass vanity with tons of lights, and a pink heart-shaped bathtub the size of a swimming pool. The room is in impeccable shape; not a smidge of dust or grime is anywhere to be seen. Emma is at the bottom of the dry tub, struggling wildly.)
Davy: Oh, god, it's bloomin' Em!
(Everyone but Mike runs to her. He goes to the toilet and leans over it.)
Lauren: Get 'er out!
(Peter and Micky untie her, remove the gag, and help her out of the tub.)
Emma: Thanks, guys. That asshole Rob wanted to turn on the water and drown me, but George wouldn't let him. Said they had to keep me alive to make Lauren talk. (Puts her arm shakily around her friend) Lauren, thank god! Are you ok? Did they hurt you?
Lauren: *hugs Emma back* I'm fine. They didn't do anything to me. *rolls her eyes* Of course, if George tried to kiss me one more time, I was gonna throw him across the room, but...
Emma: I'm just glad you're ok. (Looks around) Where's Mike? What did they mean by making him sicker?
(The sound of throwing up from the general direction of the toilet answers several questions.)
Micky: *jerks a thumb behind them* I think you get the idea.
Emma: (Gasps) Oh, good lord allmighty! What did they do to him?
Valerie: Forced a few bottles of 180-proof liquor down his throat.
Peter: We're lucky he hasn't passed out!
Micky: Yet.
(Mike is on his knees in front of the toilet, wiping his lips on a pink towel. He's shaking like an earthquake, but has a little more color than he did.)
Emma: (Puts her arms around him) Oh, my poor honey. I wish I could make you feel better.
Mike: Believe me, darlin', you can. (Takes her and kisses her)
Micky: *to Lauren* She shouldn't give him openings like that. ;-)
*Lauren just smirks.*
Mike: (Takes something out of his pocket) Darlin', I have somethin' to give you. (He puts the ring on her finger) This is the ring Davy's double stole yesterday.
Emma: (Smiles dreamily) Oh, Mike, it's beautiful! (Takes him and kisses him) Thank you! :)
Micky: *wipes away a nonexistant tear* This is so beautiful!
Lauren: Don't do that, Mick. You'll smear your makeup! *grins*
Mike: (He and Emma stand. His knees buckle, and Peter goes to his other side) Let's get outta here, before those dastardly doubles of ours get wind that we've broke the girls loose.
Davy: Don't 'ave to tell me twice, mate! I want me clothes back! :p (Stomps out)
Lauren: I just wanna go home! *Micky drapes an arm around her*
Mike: The cops should be here by now.
(The group carefully make their ways downstairs.)
Peter: This is so strange. How do we keep running into two of us?
Davy: We got strange imaginations, Petah.
Micky: You should know that, Peter.
(Peter sticks his tongue out at Micky.)
Emma: It's us girls. We can't get enough of you. ;)
Lauren: It's the great reality/fantasy divide, don'tcha know?
(Unfortunately, there's a rather big group waiting for them in the main room. Rob has his gun out, but George elbows him. He puts it back. All four members of the Purple Flower Gang are there, along with Delilah and a group of thugs.)
Mike: Oh, crap. (Steps forward, but almost falls back; Peter catches him as the thugs chuckle) Whaddaya guys want?
Emma: (Shakes her fist at George) If you try to touch Lauren again, you asshole, so help me, I'll...
Micky: Get in line behind me!
George: *smirks* You aren't leaving that easy. There's still the little matter of the rest of our money.
Delilah: (Points at Davy) He stole my dress! (Sighs) Why didn't you just stay in bed and wait for me to come back, cutie?
Davy: You're too bloomin' rough, luv!
Mike: What makes you think we know where your money is?
Peter: Yeah!
Rob: Let me rough up the Texan, boss, at least. I wanted to do it the other day so bad... (Mike's eyes narrow)
George: *holds an arm in front of Rob* Just hang on a minute. *to the kids* Don't play dumb. You have to know about the money. You were around when we offed the agent...
Mike: We don't have it. The cops stashed it.
Hal: Why should we believe you?
Mike: Why shouldn't you?
Rob: I don't like this. (Growls and grabs Mike's shirtfront) Where did the cops stash the money, double?
Mike: How should I know? And could you put me down? I'm feelin' light-headed enough as it is.
*George rolls his eyes.*
Tom: You kids gotta go to the cops and find out where that money is.
Peter: Why should we help you? You're the bad guys!
Rob: Yeah, but we have the upper hand at the moment. (Holds Mike tighter - he struggles) I could feed your buddy more liquor. (Grins) Or finally get to punch somethin'.
Emma: Put him down!
(Rob throws Mike to the floor. Emma and Peter help him up; he's shaking like a newborn calf.)
Tom: Rob, was that bloomin' necessary?
Rob: You're lucky I didn't shoot the bastard. (Grins) Or find some more Red-Eye and dump it down his windpipe.
George: *crosses his arms, glares at Rob* I'm getting sick of this. Either you get that money for us, or we finish this here and now.
Tom: You're gonna steal that money back from the cops for us.
Peter: We wouldn't steal!
Hal: You will if we say to!
Rob: God, the other guy's just as dumb as Hal.
Mike: No, he isn't. (Groans and leans on Peter)
Davy: Or else what?
George: Or else I'll let Rob loose on all of you. *grins* Except the doll, of course.
*Micky moves Lauren behind him.*
Tom: Why don't we keep a few packages, Boss? Just to make sure they do what we want.
Delilah: I want my cutie back!
Tom: (Makes a face) No, he can go with them. In men's clothes.
George: *smirks* Good idea, Tommy.
Mike: Don't you dare. (Moves Peter and Emma behind him. Valerie puts her hand on Peter's shoulder.)
Tom: We'll keep the girls.
Emma: Like hell you will!
George: Well, someone is staying to make sure the rest of you return.
(The others look at each other, worried.)
Tom: No, they'll all stay. It'll be fun to watch their gentlemen friends sweat.
George: *grins* I like that, Tom.
Valerie: My father is one of the most prominent citizens in Malibu Beach! When he finds out what you hoods (spits that word) are doing...
Micky: You're gonna be in big trouble!
Rob: (Takes Valerie's arm and yanks her from Peter) You think we care, girlie?
Tom: Besides, your old man won't find out if your friends 'ere know what's good for them.
Peter: (Wails) No! Give her back! I love her!
Valerie: Oh, Peter...
Hal: (Takes Valerie's arm) She's really pretty. (Beams a twisted version of Peter's gentle city-lighting smile) Can I have her, Boss? I never get to have a girl.
Peter: No, you'll hurt her!
Mike: You asshole!
George: You gotta be gentle, Hal! *shakes his head* Watch. *George walks right up to Micky and the two stare...until George cheapshots Micky, hitting him in the ribs. Micky doubles over. George sweeps Lauren back to his side. He smirks and drapes an arm around Lauren* That's how you do it.
Micky: *coughs, glaring up at George* You're gonna pay for that!
Davy: You asshole! (Runs after him, but two thugs hold him back)
Tom: Shame me double ain't got nothin' to keep.
Rob: Man, I get the fat smart-mouth bitch. (Reaches for Emma, but she moves back)
Emma: Touch me, you bastard, and I'll...
Rob: You'll what? You're softer than a pillow. You probably couldn't dent me. And even if you could (takes out a gun and points at Mike) I'll see to it that your lover over there ends up quite literally dead drunk. (Barks at the thugs) Find some of Tom's clothes for the shrimp. (To Hal) We'll take these ladies somewhere where they won't be escapin' any time soon.
Davy and Tom: (In unison) The shrimp?
Tom: (Glares) You forget, Robert, I ain't any biggah than 'e is!
Davy: Yeah!
Peter: (Whimpers) Please don't hurt Valerie! I've never loved anyone more!
Hal: I won't hurt her! I'll just play games with her!
Valerie: No! I've heard about your games! Let go, you... (Hal leads her to the hallway)
Mike: (Hissing as he leans over a still bent over Micky) If you hurt him again, you're paying for the medical bills.
Rob: The damn idiots were supposed to kill you two yesterday. They didn't get to finish the job...or start on you.
Tom: (Takes Emma's arm; she pushes it away) What's wrong, luv? Can't appreciate a real gentleman after bein' around ruffians like that? (Gestures at Mike)
Emma: Valerie was right. You are a little worm! (Makes a face) And I could sit on you.
Lauren: *glares* She would, too!
Tom: And I could let Rob loose on your boyfriends there. (Points at Mike, Micky, and Peter; Davy is trying to avoid Delilah)
George: Better think twice, doll.
Emma: (She's trying hard not to cry) You...you... (spits out a litany of swear words picked up from her parents and the New Jersey docks)
Tom: Ooooh, goodness, such language for a lady! We'll teach you to watch your mouth from now on! (Pushes her after Valerie and Hal)
Mike: Oh, god, Em... (he gets up shakily to go after her, but Rob blocks him)
Rob: You'll see your little fat girl after you get the money.
(Mike grounds out a series of obscure Spanish swear words)
Rob: (Grins) Gee, I thought I was the only person who knew language like that on this side of the border! ;)
(Mike takes a shaky swing at him, but Rob gets easily out of the way. Mike swings too hard and ends up on the floor instead. Rob kicks him in the ribs.)
Rob: This is gettin' dull. (As a couple of thugs return with men's clothes for Davy) Come on, George. Quit gettin' kissy with your chick and let the boys get our money.
(Peter goes instantly to Mike's side as two of the thugs shove Davy into a small room off the main foyer.)
Rob: Hey, Boss, you comin' or what?
Lauren: (Struggles in George's arms) Lemme go!
George: Come on, doll, those boys have a job to do. *makes her follow, Lauren looks back at the guys as they walk down the hall*
Rob: (Points his gun at the boys) Ok, guys, you're gonna find out where that money is from the cops, then steal it back.
Peter: (Puts his arms around his friend) Just don't hurt Mike or Valerie!
Rob: Tell him to keep his mouth shut, then.
Mike: How about I throw up on your nice shoes? I might still have a little left. (Peter helps him to his feet - he groans loudly.)
(Davy emerges at that point, now in a purple suit like the others.)
Rob: (Turns his gun to Micky, who's still clutching his ribs) You're the Boss's look-alike. You go talk to the cops, Curly.
Micky: *winces, trying to straighten up* A'right, a'right. *groans* We'll go.
(Davy glares at the gangster and helps Micky straighten.)
Davy: Anything I can do, Mick?
Micky: *winces* Just keep me from falling over. *groans* Hurts like hell...
Davy: If that blaggart weren't holdin' a gun... (helps Micky outside, followed by Peter and a still-shaky Mike, whose eyes are decidely unfocused)
Sergant Nielson: (Pulls the four behind a clump of thick bushes laden with tropical flowers as they emerge) We've sent boys in the house. They'll find the gangsters and get that money. (Makes a face) Good thing your doubles didn't find out about the body mikes.
Sergant Nielson: We're going to get the girls back. We want you boys to help us set a trap for those Purple Flower jerks.
Micky: Good thing my mike isn't permanently part of me now. *groans, sits on the ground hunched over*
Sergant Nielson: (To one of his men) Get this boy some medical attention.
Mike: (Mutters) Me, too, Sarge... (He collapses on Peter's arms. One of Nielson's men takes him)
Sergant Nielson: That was a dirty trick they did on both of you, especially the liquor.
Davy: And that bitch Delilah tried to force information out of me in' er room!
Sergant Nielson: (Puts his hand on Micky's back) You ok, Dolenz? You need medical attention? (Nods at Mike) Someone get some coffee or something for Nesmith. He's dead drunk.
Micky: *winces* Just hurts. Knocked the wind outta me.
Peter: We've got to hurry! They might hurt the girls!
Davy: No, they won't. Not as long as they need us to get the money and the Boss is fixated on Lauren.
*Micky groans again, and not from pain this time.*
Sergant Nielson: No wonder they keep going after Dolenz's girl. Their head man is sweet on her.
Peter: Please don't mention that! (Puts his arms around Micky as policemen lift Mike gently and try to get some coffee from a styrofoam cup in him) She's his wife, and it makes him really upset.
Micky: *quietly* Thank you, Peter.
Sergant Nielson: Don't worry, boys. We're going to set a trap for these guys and get your ladies back. (Nods) We're going to give them the money... (Holds up his hand as the boys protest) Monopoly money...and while you keep your doubles busy, we'll round up the rest of the gang, if you boys are up for it.
Micky: *nods slowly* Anything, Sarge.
Sergant Nielson: I'll call my boys now and have them get the money. We'll put piles of counterfeits on the play money just in case they decide to have a peek.
(Mike groans, stirs, and finally sits up.)
Mike: Oh, man, I feel like I'm swimmin' in mud...
Peter: (Puts his arms around Mike) Are you ok, Mike? You passed out!
Mike: (Muttered) Yeah...just gimmie more coffee...
Davy: (Grins) 'E's ok. ;)
Mike: (Nods) I'll be all right. The coffee should help with most of it. (Frowns) What's goin' on?
Peter: They're going to give the bad guys play money and we'll keep them busy while they get the rest!
Mike: (As an officer brings him more coffee) Oh, man, my head... (Sighs) We'd better have back-up, Sergant. I'm tired of gettin' beat up and stuffed with whiskey.
Micky: I'll ditto that. *rests his head on his knees*
Sergant Nielson: We'll have men surrounding the perimeter of the house and entering through the upstairs windows. (Rubs Micky's back) You kids rest there while the money comes. You look like you need it.
Micky: *mutters* Thanks.
Mike: Yeah... (Closes his eyes again)
Peter: (Hugs the top of Micky's chest, so he doesn't damage his ribs) We'll get them back, Micky!
Micky: *shaky smile, quietly* Thank you, Peter. I mean it, buddy.
Peter: You're welcome. I mean it, too. I'm so scared, but we have to be hopeful. We've done scary stuff before, and we'll get through this, too!
Micky: I don't know what scares me more *pauses, winces,* what's been happening or that it's coming from my imagination?
Peter: (Grins) Well, we all knew your imagination was scary! (Nudges him lightly in the shoulder) At least no one's been brainwashed!
Micky: That'd be a piece of cake compared to this. *pauses, small smile* Cake sounds so good right now. *winces* Ow.
Peter: Here! (Takes out a slightly smooshed brownie) Snuck one of Em's brownies from the cookie jar this morning. I was saving it for later, but I think you need this more. (Hands Micky the flattened brown square)
Micky: *chuckles, which turns into a cough; small smile* Peter, you are too much. *takes a bite of the brownie* Still good. *continues to munch*
Peter: Be careful, Micky! Watch your ribs!
Micky: Everything is making them ache. *pauses to cough; grinning* And you keep making me talk! *winces* See?
Peter: Sorry! (Sighs) Just eat.
*Micky nods and continues on the brownie.*
Davy: (Joins them) Mike is out cold. (Frowns) 'As anyone figahed 'ow we're going to keep these blokes "busy?"
Micky: *lopsided grin, sarcastic* Toss me in the middle of 'em and let 'em loose on me. *makes a face* Nah...
Davy: (Slams his fist into his palm) I want a piece of them. Payback for bein' kidnapped twice.
Peter: (Puts up his hands) Don't look at me! My double thinks hurting people is a game!
Micky: I'd love to pound on them. *shakes his head* Ain't gonna happen.
Davy: Let me do it. I'm the only one who ain't 'urt in some way.
Peter: And Michael when he comes to.
Micky: But all four of them, Dave. Even with you and Mike, you might look like me when it's over. *frowns*
Peter: The we need to do a bit of sub-ter-foog.
Davy: Wot?
Micky: Oh no...
Peter: We need to be sneaky. Micky's good at that. ;)
Davy: (Grins) That's true. And this is his imagination! ;)
Micky: Then what should my imagination conjure up?
Peter: Maybe we could send wild animals after them!
Micky: A heard of wild elephants!
(Brief clip of wild animals chasing the gangsters and the boys all over the foyer, until all eight end up sitting in the chandelier while the animals try to reach them.)
Micky: Or not.
Davy: (Shakes his head) Could get messy, fellas. And that 'ouse is in bad enough shape. (Grins) Imagine a hurricane!
(Another brief clip of the eight guys getting blown around the foyer as they fight. The wind finally lifts them all and blows them out a window.)
Micky: Nah...
Peter: Guess dressing like girls is out. ;)
*Micky glares at Peter.*
(Brief clips of the guys dressed like girls from "Fairy Tale," "The Chaperone," "Some Like It Lukewarm," and "Monkees Vs Machine.")
Davy: (Also glares) I've 'ad more than enough of that! (Shrugs) You know, we could just bloody confuse them with this double business. Act so much like them, they don't know who's who anymore.
Micky: *nods* Should be easy. I think I'm confused already. ;-)
Peter: I'll bet the Boss can do Cagney. ;)
Davy: (Groans) Oh, god, not more dueling Cagney impressions! :p
Micky: *grins* You dirty rat! *coughs* Maybe not such a good idea. *frowns*
Davy: We've got to get Mike lucid enough to do the talkin'. 'E'll keep 'is double from killin' us, too. (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder) Come on, mate. 'Elp us get poor Mike to 'is feet.
Micky: Sure, just help me get on my feet, first.
(The guys help Micky up and the three go to Mike, who lays on a stretcher, the coffee cup next to him.)
Peter: (Shakes Mike hard) Michael? Michael? You awake?
Mike: (Eyes are still closed, but he's obviously up) Don't do that.
Davy: 'E's awake.
Micky: *holding an arm around his chest; sarcastic* Thank you, I thought he was talking in his sleep. *winces*
Peter: Come on, Michael! We're going to get the girls!
Mike: Oh, man... (gets up, still a tad shaky, but better) If it weren't for the girls...
Micky: I'd be on that stretcher before you.
Peter: We're going to confuse the Purple Flower Gang so they don't realize the money's fake, and you need to keep your double from killing us!
Mike: (Makes a face) Man, even the Boss can't do that!
Davy: Well, at least keep 'im from gettin' to 'is gun until the cops arrive.
Micky: *grins* Take the gun from him if you have to.
Mike: No problem. (Winces and puts a hand to his head) I think. I can walk ok now, but I'm going to have one of the most monumental headaches in the history of hangovers.
Peter: (Blue light, and he's holding aspirin in his hands) Here you go, Mike! Take these and call me in the morning. ;)
Mike: Man, that imagination stuff... (does so)
Micky: *looks hopeful* Got 'ny more of those, Peter? *Peter nods and hands him a couple*
Sergant Nielson: (Comes back from behind the bush with suitcases.) Here you go, fellas. We've got it all set. My boys will follow you when you go back in the house. If they ask to see the money, only show them the top ones, ok?
Mike: Right. (Takes a suitcase and stands, forcing his knees to stay firm)
Peter: Oh, wow, a real briefcase, like a reporter or something! (Takes briefcase and hugs it)
Davy: (As he gets his briefcase) Oh, that's nice, mate.
Micky: Goodie. *takes a briefcase*
Sergant Nielson: (Nods) Ok, boys, go on in. (Nods - there are two or three men already surrounding the windows and climbing up to the second story) We're right behind you.
Mike: (Mutters as he starts down the walkway) Sure you are.
Peter: (Frowns at Mike) Michael, don't make trouble!
Micky: We're in enough as is.
Davy: 'E 'as to, Petah. It's his middle name. ;)
(The four guys walk slowly down the broken brick front stoop. Mike peers in.)
Mike: Hellooo, anybody home? (Nods) Come on, guys, the coast is clear.
Peter: (As he enters) No, the coast is (points out the window) that way!
Davy: (As he enters) Oh, Petah.
Micky: Geez...
(Rob is the first one to emerge, holding a gun and looking like he's barely composing himself.)
Rob: Ok, boys. (nods at the suitcases) Is that the loot?
Mike: Why you askin' that for? Isn't it obvious?
Rob: Why don't you open it for me?
Mike: Why don't you?
Micky: What is this, questions only? *grins*
Davy: Oh, good grief, this could go on all day! (Gets between the two, who are nose-to-nose) Cool it, you two, we ain't the bloody producers.
Mike: (Holds his suitcase protectively) We ain't openin' a damn thing until you tell us where the girls are and if they're safe.
Rob: Why? Ain't our word good enough for you?
Micky: *considers it* Um...no!
Mike: Why should I believe a trigger-happy lunatic?
Rob: (Crosses his arms) They're safe...and in a safe place.
Mike: (Crosses his arms the exact same way and looks just as grumpy) Where?
Rob: Where they won't be found.
Micky: *mutters* We have now entered The Twilight Zone. *rolls his eyes*
Davy: (Nudges Micky) Man, this is scarin' me.
Micky: *nods slowly* No kiddin'.
Rob: Boss-Double, show me what ya' got. I want to make sure it's all there.
Micky: Okay, sure. *opens the briefcase* See?
Rob: Is it all there?
Mike: (Smirks) What, can't count?
Micky: Of course it is!
Rob: (Glares at Mike) You wanna end up like your friend there, double?
Mike: I'd like to see you try it.
Micky: Miiiike...
Davy: Oh, please don't, you two...
(Peter's double hurries out at that point and grabs Rob's shoulder.)
Hal: Rob, don't! You'll make Boss mad!
Peter: Mike, don't cause trouble!
Rob and Mike: (Points at each other and say in unison) HE STARTED IT!
Micky: Now, children... *grins*
Hal: Rob, you're not helping, and you're gonna mess up the money! Why wouldn't it be all there?
Peter: Yeah!
Mike: Look, we did what you wanted us to. We brought the money. Now you keep your end of the bargain. (Sways a tiny bit, but not enough that Hal notices - Rob does, and so does Micky)
Hal: (Whines) Do we have to? I never get a girl, and she's cute!
Peter: But she's my girl!
Mike: Bring the girls. Now.
Rob: Hal, go tell the Boss and Tom to bring out the ladies. (Hal nods and does so) I don't know if the Boss is gonna give up his doll so easily. He's really stuck on her. (Makes a face at Mike) You can have the fat chick, though. She's got a big mouth.
Micky: Then the boss doesn't get his money!
Mike: Curves, asshole. She's got curves.
Rob: (Puts up a hand) If it were up to me, you would all have been dead ages ago, but it's not up to me, unfortunately.
Micky: Aw. *rolls his eyes*
(Hal, George, and Tom emerge, pushing the three girls along. All three struggle and look mad as pitbulls, but are otherwise unharmed. George has his arms around Lauren, who glares at him. Emma's look would kill if he was paying attention.)
Emma: Mike! Thank god! (Starts to him, but Tom takes her arm)
Hal: Here's the girls! (nods at the suitcases) Hey, Boss, they brought the money!
Rob: I STILL say we should kill them all...especially now that we have the dough.
Peter: But that's money in there!
Hal: Yeah!
George: *ignores the others; less than enthused* Good. Hand the money over!
Valerie: Peter... (Hal has her arm tightly)
Mike: Gladly, asshole. We never wanted to be involved in this, either. Just don't hurt the women. (Throws the suitcase at Rob. He catches it)
(Davy kicks his across the room to his double, who gets it.)
Tom: Now, that's a good litt'l boy.
Davy: Who you callin' litt'l? You're the same size as me!
Micky: *walks up to George* Let. Her. Go.
George: *smirks* I was thinking of keeping her and the money.
Mike: You BASTARD!
Davy: Don't you even think about it!
Peter: She's already married!
Hal: (To Valerie) Are you married, too?
Valerie: No, but I'm spoken for.
Hal: You look like you're taliking for yourself to me!
Micky: *growls; looks madder than ever* Oh, yeah? *holds upthe briefcase and wails George in the side of the head, knocking him to the floor; he stares, dumbfounded, at what he did*
Micky: *remember his ribs* Ow!
Rob: Holy SHIT!
Hal: Boss! (Runs to his side)
Peter: Micky! (Runs to his friend's side)
Emma: Oh, god...
Lauren: Gimme a hand with him, Pete.
Emma: (Starts to Mike, but Rob grabs her around the waist) Mike! Micky!
Rob: Oh no, you don't, doll. You ain't goin' anywhere.
Mike: GET OFF HER! (He jumps on his double; the two wrestle, Emma rolling out of the way as quickly as she can)
(The police flood the room as the kids help Micky, Hal and Tom attend to George, and thugs run into see the fracas.)
Sergant Nielson: (Draws his gun) Ok, you're all under arrest!
Rob: Oh, yeah! (Throws off Mike and draws his gun) Make us!
Mike: (Grabs Emma) Oh, man...
Peter: Here we go!
(Rob takes off down the hall, starting a furious romp-chase to "Your Auntie Grizelda.")
(Hal pushes Valerie down the hall and into the garden, Peter following close behind. Peter catches up with them. He picks a flower and hands it to Hal; Hal sneezes heavily.)
(Davy and Tom are staring each other down when Delilah passes by - a bump of her waist, a twist of her head, a wink, and BOTH are after her, pushing each other aside to follow her first.)
(Cops chase thugs in, out, around, over, and through piles of money hidden under sheets.)
(Mike and Emma chase Rob upstairs to the bar. Mike and Rob fist-fight...until Emma hits Rob over the head with a liquor bottle.)
*Lauren is torn between watching thugs run about and Micky, who's taking turns groaning and getting her to kiss him.*
*George is still spralwed on the floor. The others run around and over him.*
(Rob comes to and Mike grabs him...but he knocks Mike's legs out from under him and manages to climb out a window.)
(Tom runs out to George, Micky, and Lauren as the romp comes to and end. Cops are leading thugs out the door.)
Tom: (Grabs George's arm) Come on, Boss, get up! We've got to get outta 'ere! Rob's already gone, and 'al will figah out where to go on 'is own! We've got to get to the back-up place.
George: *woozy* Huh? Whaz goin' on?
(Rob comes barreling in a window at that point, still looking a tad woozy himself.)
Rob: We've gotta get goin'. (Pulls the Boss over his shoulder) It's been fun. Normally, I'd shoot you guys, but there isn't time. (Sees Sergant Nielson and more men, along with Peter and Valerie) See you in the funny pages, kiddies! (Runs off, followed by Tom.)
Sergant Nielson: (Points after the three gangsters) After them! Don't let them get away! (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder) We got one of them, Dolenz. The big blond guy.
Peter: Yeah, my double! He's allergic to tropical flowers! :D
Valerie: The garden almost killed him.
Micky: Good. I don't like him. Gives Pete a bad name. ;-) *winces*
Peter: Yeah, me either! I like my name!
*Lauren rolls her eyes.*
Valerie: (Sighs) Peter, dear... (Leads him away to explain...many things)
Emma: Yeah, you got HIM, but the others escaped.
Sergant Nielson: Well, we foiled their counterfeiting scheme, thanks to you kids, and they're reduced in number.
Lauren: But we're still in deep shit because they'll keep coming after us.
(Mike and Emma emerge downstairs, holding hands. Mike's still a little woozy.)
Sergant Nielson: There's got to be a way to lure those guys out of hiding.
Micky: *eyes widen* No more luring! *groans*
Mike: What we need is to get Hal to talk.
Davy: (Grins at Micky) And not just whatevah comes to 'is mind, eithah. ;)
Micky: That's right. *pauses, blinks* Huh?
Lauren: *puts a hand on Micky's shoulder* Rest.
Sergant Nielson: (Shakes his head) We'd better get you kids outta here, before they come back. (nods) We'll get some better help for Dolenz and Nesmith.
Lauren: *smiles* Thanks, Sergant.
Emma: We've got to keep a strict eye on each other, especially Lauren. (Gently touches her shoulder) You sure you're ok?
Lauren: Couldn't be better. *reconsiders* Well, I could be better, but, really, I'm fine.
Mike: Good. You and Mick have gotten the worst of this. (Stumbles down the last few steps. Emma grabs hold of him, but he pushes her off.) Em, I'm fine.
Emma: No, you're not. (Touches his hands) You're still a little woozy.
Lauren: I think Mick's had it the worst. *glances at him, he's nodding off*
Mike: Just the aftershocks of bein' monumentally drunk, Em.
Emma: Mike... (Puts her hand on his, but he pulls away)
Davy: (Sighs, nudges Lauren) I think it's time for you two to use the old chemistry set on them again. ;)
Lauren: Definitely considering it. *nods*
Peter: Yeah, this time to get MIKE to accept help from EM.
Davy: It'll make Micky feel bettah to be able to blow somethin' up. (Nods at his friend, who snores on Lauren's lap)
Peter: He can do it with taped-up ribs, too!
Lauren: I'll let him know when he comes to. ;-)
Emma: Mike, you've got to still be feeling sick.
Mike: Em, I've had some coffee. I'm ok. You're not my mother.
Emma: No, I'm your fiancee.
Mike: (Puts out a hand) I'm fine, thank you.
Emma: Oh, no, you don't. You look like Casper the Unfriendly Ghost.
Mike: I don't LIKE medical help, Em.
Emma: Well, where are you going to get it, a witch doctor?
Mike: I'm not goin'...
Sergant Nielson: (Puts up a hand before the arguement can go further) I'll call paramedics to check on you kids once we're outside and away from this relic.
Emma: (To Valerie) Val, does your dad donate to local museums?
Valerie: (Nods) Yes, and they're always looking for more space.
Mike: (Nods) I know where this is goin'. This place would make a great museum.
Emma: Or at least a restored hotel.
Valerie: (Nods) Dad's on the Board of Trustees for the Los Angelas Historical Society. I'll talk to him about possibly raising money from his friends and the community to restore this place. It's too impressive to let go to seed like this.
Peter: (Concentrates as sirens wail in the distance) The house isn't so sad anymore, guys. It's had people in it, and it knows it could be loved again.
Valerie: (Hugs him) It's not the only thing that does, Peter. (They walk outside together)
Lauren: *sighs; points at Micky* Should we wake him?
Davy: Maybe we'd bettah not. Let the professionals handle 'im. We don't want to risk 'urtin' 'is ribs even worse.
Lauren: *nods* Just curious. *pauses* He's putting my leg to sleep, though. *small grin*
(Two men with a stretcher arrive at that point. One indicates Lauren)
Paramedic 1: Is that Mr. Micky Dolenz, miss?
Lauren: What's left of him. *smirks* Yes, that's him.
Paramedic 2: We were supposed to check on him outside. Sergant Nielson said not to take him to the hospital unless it was completely necessary.
Mike: No hospitals...
Lauren: Right. We want to keep an eye on each other.
Paramedic 2: (Frowns) He doesn't look so good, either.
Emma: He's being his lovely stubborn self. (Mike glares at her)
(The paramedics gently and carefully but firmly lift Micky onto the strecher. Mike frowns at Emma.)
Mike: (As she pushes him toward the stretcher) Em, I CAN walk, you know. I'm hung over, not paralized.
*Lauren shakes her leg out, watching Mike and Emma.*
Emma: If you stumble any harder, you're going to be finding out the properties of marble first-hand.
Mike: Look, I'm ok. They didn't rough me up.
Emma: Just forced you into drunkedness.
Lauren: *stands, sighs loudly* Mike, would just accept a LITTLE bit of help until your sober? *follows the stretcher*
Davy: Oh, come on, you two! Just get on! You could be 'ere all bloody day!
(Mike sighs and leans on Emma's shoulder. She smiles.)
Emma: Thank you, honey. I know this is killing you, but she's right. You're not sober yet.
Mike: (Mutters) Yeah, well, just wait 'till I am, girl...
Emma: (As they walk out the door) Miiiiiiiiiikkkkkeeeee.....
Davy: (Groans) Oh, good lord, 'ere we go again! (Follows his friends out the door)